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My love is pure

My love is sweet

My love has a soul that is twisted like my own

My love is perfect with all her imperfections

My love is strong and independent​.

Her eyes peer into my very soul

Through all the darkness my love shines a light

This light guilds me ever out of the darkness

That has consumed my very being

For that, I owe her far more than my undying love

But now she has left me…..

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